Before I shut the traders in completely, the Kobolds decide to attack.

Bad idea. This caravan came prepared.

I grin as I watch the kobold’s limbs fly, and their blood spatter and flow. They totally deserve it.

The bloodbath over, all dwarves but one return to the wagons. The final dwarf seems content to chase around a two-humped camel, part of the local wildlife. I let him have his fun, closing the external drawbridge and opening the internal one so I can trade. All is well.